Being Sick is NOT an Option.
Believe it or not, I’m still sick. I have the worst cough and colds EVER. My nose is sore and red from blowing all that snot. My unhealthy lifestyle is definitely taking its toll on my health: bing eating, lack of sleep, chain-smoking, booze, etc.
I was supposed to go to my doctor this afternoon for a quick check-up but I ended up pampering myself instead, after partying the other night at the Shu Uemura/Motorola event.
Isn’t it hilarious how I have my priorities fucked up? For instance, my sister and I spent the entire afternoon together. Getting a facial (plus a back massage, a manicure and a pedicure at my local nail place, Tips and Toes) is more important than getting a chest/lung x-ray and going to the doc.
3 women working on your body while you’re reading a magazine: bliss.
(Hat by Frankie Morello, sunglasses from Gucci, sneakers from Fendi, t-shirt from Dior Homme, shorts from Kenneth Cole, bag from Dior)
Why oh why am I doing this to myself? Is beauty worth sacrificing one’s health?
Obviously the answer is "NO" but I’m not gonna be a hypocrite and say I’ll stop shooting heroin and turn myself into a vegan.
Is being beautiful healthy… or is being healthy beautiful?
I know I said this many, many times: I wanna be 75 years old and wear Oscar de la Renta. However, I’d be lucky to even reach 30 at the rate things are going in my personal life.
Fuck it. I really need to adapt some sort of a healthy lifestyle. You know… I gotta quit smoking, sleep at least 8 hours A DAY, eat sensibly, exercise and cut back on my alcohol consumption. Easy to say than done eh?
Afterall, I can’t afford to be sick. I have hot and horny boys all over the world I need to please sexually.
I love each and every one of you. Seriously. It takes a lot of balls to send "I Love Bryanboy" pics to planet earth’s favourite third world fag.
Can I just say that the last time I saw/touched/felt someone’s cock and balls was back on DECEMBER 27, 2005?
As always, you know where to send imagery of your love. Email firstname.lastname@example.org. NO photoshopped photos please.
I have to cut this entry short cause it’s 5:12AM and I have a flight to catch in a couple of hours. I haven’t even packed yet!!!!
I love you all. Email me or SMS +63-915-785-1492 and tell me you want to fuck my mangina.
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Boy what a productive day today was.
I went to my pulmonologist/internal medicine doctor at around 10:00AM and it looks like I don’t have bronchitis. Instead, I have pharyngitis (also known as sore throat) and something else that I totally forgot about, like some sort of an allergic reaction. He prescribed me a ton of meds, like 4-5 pills that I need to take at least once a day – some are twice/thrice per day. He also told me to continue on my nasal spray for 6 months.
I seriously thought I have bronchitis. I mean, gawd, what was I thinking?
I guess I don’t want to die from a respiratory disease, you know? Can you imagine the look on my face, all gagging for one last hit of oxygen, kind of like those suffocation/drowning victims?
Anyway, let’s play pictionary shall we?
Here are pics taken at the hospital’s parking lot before going to the doctor.
Possibly the longest pictionary we had in ages eh?
Apres-doctor, my sisterette and moi went to McDonald’s Drive Thru for lunch. I haven’t had McDonald’s in AGES and I mean AGES – there’s no other way to celebrate the moment by having large fries, a quarter pounder and a large coke.
After McD’s, we parked in front of my aesthetician’s clinic to chow on my cheap yet chic meal.
More pictures from my aesthetician’s parking lot…
I realized I should try different poses in my pictionaries. Here’s yet another one. Isn’t it lovely? Hahahahahahahaha!
So yeah, after all that pictionary effort, I went to my aesthetician, had my usual glycopeel cleaning facial and a power peel/microdermabrasion session. I haven’t had such treatments in the past month – can you imagine how reckless I am with my skin? Ugh! Never again. No wonder I’ve been getting zits as of late.
Kate Moss: Fashion Victim?
Mark your calendars bitches and take note of V-Day as in Video Day, October 3, 2005.
Sky One (UK) will show the controversial footage of Kate Moss snorting everyone’s favourite drug, from royalty to rock stars, supermodels to actors, socialites to the beautiful ones – COCAINE!
Click here to read more.
More updates later. You know where to contact me.
P.S. Sunglasses and shoes by Yves Saint Laurent, bag by Chanel, "The Clash" t-shirt from People R People (Filipino version of Urban Outfitters), old jeans – by Earl Jeans, black jeweled necklace from Valentino, dog tag necklace from Chanel, clapper board necklace from Chanel, studded belt from Top Shop, No5 belt from Chanel, chain bracelet with pearl from Chanel.
First things first.
Both my sisters wanted to get their pedicures done at lunch time earlier and I tagged along cause it would’ve been nice to get some serious fresh air. Besides, I simply couldn’t sleep earlier.
Rather than babysitting the two at the nail bar, I asked our driver to drop me off to my pulmonologist. Very nice husband and wife team. They were very comforting. Dr. Andrew Gonzales, that’s his name. I still have this cough (from 2 weeks ago) that just won’t go and I sometimes find it painful whenever I smoke — DUH! He did this thing in my ears a couple of times, listened to my breathing, asked me all sorts of questions, the meds I’ve been taking etc.
Looks like I still have Acute Bronchitis, Allergic Rhinitis and Otitis Media. God, I’m such a diseased person. And there you have it — after 8 or 9 years of smoking Marlboro Reds, I finally contracted some damn respiratory disease.
My doc prescribed me all sorts of stuff, I have 6 new medications to add to my existing meds (3). He gave me this Budesonide Nasal Spray, PPA/Syndecol, Cetirizine, Norfloxacin/Euroflox, Bambuterol/Bambec and Mefenamic Acid. Add this to my daily diet of insanity pills – Seroxat, Rivotril and Xanax. God knows what my blood is made of already. At this rate, it won’t be long until I get narcotics.
Think about it, I’d be willing to skip all these if they just prescribe me 1 narcotic, oh yes, just 1, once a day, every day for a couple of days. The thought of me taking all these pills is just a royal pain in the ass.
Apres-Doctor, I asked my driver to bring me to the mall so I can comfort myself with my newfound disease.
Well hello — I’m in the third world so there’s
nothing comforting. Can you say the words
boresville and genericsville?
I ended up buying a magazine, went to Starbucks for some Iced Cafe Latte and smoked a couple of fags — yes, I know.
Then I dropped by at the department store, went straight to the Dior counter and bought 3 things – Dior Plastic Lip Gloss, some Bronze-like powder and Dior Skinflash Radiance Booster Pen. New additions to my ever-growing cosmetic collection. It’s funny how I have all these cosmetic but I don’t even use them!
You know what they say – the eye is hungrier
than the stomach.
French fries, mashed potatoes, veggies, coleslaw and side dishes:
Are you part of the gold-collar crowd? Yay for Simple Life 4.
Um, Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery and fuck, yes, I’m flattered to have a fan, but why do I get the feeling there’s someone’s copying my writing style out there (hint: blind items), days after the plagiarism police notified me of such atrocity? I mean gawd, I don’t even know how to write, hence me asking for a Coffee Table Book deal. Hah!
Must buy soon – Dior Gisele Cannage Medium Handheld bag. $1,230 at Eluxury.com.
I’m planning to go to Moscow/Russia again for about 2-3 weeks on mid or late November, perhaps go on a 1-week expedition near the North Pole? Anyone wanna be travel budddies? You pay for your own airfare, your own expenses, I’ll cover the hotel, my airfare, my expenses. I don’t care whether you’re a girl or a boy, straight or gay as long as you are not heavier than my check-in luggage. Trust me on this one. Email me, email@example.com.
FYI, First Class fares from Bangkok to Moscow was around $1,500 and Biz was about $1,350 roundtrip; this was on crappy Aeroflot last year. Economy is much much cheaper I’m sure but I never fly economy.
If you’re coming from another part of the
world, I’m sure you can get your crotch to
Moscow much cheaper than a night with
a Vegas hooker.
In any case, email me, whoever you are, wherever you are in the world. It won’t hurt to say hi. Repeat after me: hi. "Hi!". I’m lonely. It’s 11:02PM.
My nightmare is over. Well, the big one is definitely over. Anything beyond from this point are aftershocks.
I’ve been hiding a secret from y’all in the past few months. I don’t think I’ve mentioned anything about my mini depression about getting an HIV test. I know, I know, we all have skeletons in the closet and boy I’m happy to share this cadaver with you.
On Monday after going to my orthopedic doctor and neurologist, I decided to just do it, once and for all.
Even the pope, may GOD indeed bless his body
and soul, thinks I’m a good girl simply because I’ve
abstained from sex in the past 4 months.
The results were due today and when I picked it up, voila – negative.
I also went back to Asian Hospital today to get my MRI scan done for my neck pains. The radiology room was utterly, utterly boring. One of the guys told me to change into the hospital gown before the procedure. There were only a handful of people there so my sis and I decided to spice things up a bit.
I pranced around the dressing room and the waiting area in this tacky hospital yellow dressing thing. My sis wanted to take pictures. Gawd I look so fat in it. Yellow is simply not my color. Especially not hospital yellow.
The MRI scan was so surreal.
I’m not claustrophobic or anything but when I went inside the big white machine, I felt like I was inside a coffin. Literally. During the process I heard all these Star Wars/Space Intergalactic Chu Chu noises prrt prrt prrt crrt crrrt crrrt brrrt brrt brrt tooot toot tooot toooooooo tut tut tooooo tooo. Am I still alive? Am I dead already? Where am I? Am I an alien? Oh my god am I breathing oxygen?
I got a copy of the films they used and I tried to scan it but it’s hard. Here’s a pic of my neck. On some of the films it had part of my skull in it and I’m surprised to find out that I actually have a brain!!! I swear to god I’ve always thought I only had 2 brain cells and air inside it so imagine the joy I had with my experience with human anatomy.
I’m human — yes — I’m human!!!!!!!
Saturday will be the day for my MRI results. In any case, I’m still the happiest girl in the world re: my HIV test.
Bad grass never die sweethearts. I was born to make all of your fucking lives a living hell.
Big kisses from me to you.
Oh good lord. I am so careless sometimes.
My dad wanted to print some documents so he went to my room to pick up the docs on my printer. While he’s waiting for the paperwork to print, he saw my blog in its full glory on my browser window. He read some of the entries… I’m sure not all, cause I was gone for a few minutes. When I came back, he said how I’m very bitchy and I’m wicked.
Eeew eeew eeew. I’m not bitchy. I’m nice and sweet.
I can’t believe how he can just read my blog like that. I mean, it’s not displayed on my monitor cause I have other browser windows opened but he just fiddled around and opened my blog.
I just hope he’s tipsy enough not to remember the URL. The last thing I want is my dad to be reading my journal.
I’m 18 (+4) years old for god’s sake.
Back to business.
I had my regular glycopeel cleaning and facial done earlier today, as well as a long-overdue power peel session. God knows what kind of germs and how many dead skin cells I have on my face, and I haven’t had a facial since I arrived.
The receptiobitch at my doctor’s office was such a liar.
My appointment is at 4PM so me and my sister left the house early. At around 4:05, we were trying to find a place to park. Little miss Pinocchia called to follow up and asked "It’s already 4:25PM, do you still want to keep your appointment?". Then my sister said, "Yes, we’re already here in the parking lot, we’re just looking for a place to park."
When I looked at my watch, it was around 4:05 or 4:06. When my sister looked at hers, it was 4:06. When she looked at her phone, it was 4:08. When I looked at the car, it was 4:10.
Me and my sis quickly rushed to the clinic, which was about a 1 minute walk from the parking lot. When we arrived, we said we were there for our appointments and my sister looked at the BIG CLOCK on the wall. It said 4:10.
Clearly this receptiobitch was lying scum. 4:25PM my arse. She must be newly-hired because the previous receptiobitch has been gone for some time and I assume she got fired. Besides, it is perfectly acceptable for us to be late, as long as it’s no later than 15 minutes… actually, who cares. It is perfectly acceptable for us to be late. Period. Ok… well.. maybe within reason. The head honcho (owner) is, Dr. Vicky Belo, who is my sister’s best friend’s aunt. We can go to all of her clinics whenever we want, ask whatever we want and get everything that we want. She didn’t call me her best-dressed patient for nothing. Whatever watch or clock we use (as long as it’s not the car’s cause it’s fucked up), we were still in the time frame.
Since we were at the mall, I needed to do some shopping. Nothing major, just a quick trip to flex my card. I bought a new alarm clock because I’ve developed resistance to my Nokia. I also bought some cigarettes, 2 books by Sophie Kinsella: Shopaholic & Sister… and Shopaholic Ties the Knot, 2 belts, 2 plain black t-shirts, 1 plain white t-shirt and 2 sleeveless tops (same style, different colors) at Topshop. Boy I love Topshop. It’s soo dirt cheap it’s not even funny. Topshop is the ultimate in cheap clothing, like GAP. You can have racks and racks of their clothes, use them once, twice or thrice and donate them to charity. You can never have enough of their stuff. Really. Go to Top Shop.
Gawd. Yesterday was rather horrible.
I haven’t had a facial in like 3 weeks so I decided to get one yesterday, cause I noticed one of my pores were blocked (i.e. a baby zit). I got one of those extraction facials and a diamond peel with my dermatologist. Everything was routine. I lie down, her assistant cleans my face then she extracts everything there is to extract.
While I was there, I got some sort of a heavy feeling on my chest. I’ve been having this the past 2 weeks and sometimes, it kinda "stings" on my left breast area… not that I have tits.
Then she asked me all sorts of questons, of which I forgot what I told her. The only question I remember was like "When you breathe, do you feel any pain on your chest?" I said, no. She told me to get one of those ECG readings done and consult a cardiologist.
Since it was all on one big medical center place, I got my ECG test done. I quickly looked at the print out. There were 3 lines of text on the top center part of the page and one of them was "Borderline Left Atrial Abnormalities". I forgot what the other 2 were. Oh dear. I’m too young to have heart disease. I hope it’s just something temporary or normal or whatever.
I’m supposed to go back tomorrow at 5PM to talk to the cardiologist for the full reading.
Anyway, I think I’m gonna cut back majorly on smoking. I used to smoke like 2 packs a day years and years ago but I only smoke a maximum of a pack a day for the past 2 years — except on weekends or when I go out.
Saturday last week, I decided to go on a diet. You know, a normal diet where I don’t have to take any diet pills or drugs or go to my aesthetician to get lipo-dissolve done. It’s been 1 week and 1 day that I haven’t eaten rice. One of my friends lost like almost 10 pounds in 1 month by not eating rice. Apparently these carbohydrates are the ones that take forever to burn.
So… goodbye reductil. goodbye drugs. goodbye cigarettes (well, just 10 sticks a day) and goodbye rice. Here’s to a healthier lifestyle.